(Borrowed Love)
William Zong
Love, Untitled
[ I.
The surge [ returns by
[ the darkness of dime-
store sun, my lost mind
swallowed by the waves. [
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My mouth adjourns; with
[ the gatekeeper gone,
the fireflies [ arrive
on monologue trains.
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So I ] thieve faded
paper and light from
the moon, ] the black ink
bewitching the sun.
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The moon is my mind’s
master; ] I turn off
and on, ] cursing my
volume of the tides. ]
]
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II.
I’m hiding under the table
wishing
–
that I’d step out but I don’t.
The warm water keeps rising
and
I’m starting to drown——I’ll
never; I won’t
–
step down from my
mind’s cathedral. [
Take your time
to grab me by the throat.
]
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III.
Just like the seed I wait to
grow, moistened
in the cold darkness of dew.
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How much I want to live
and love like
every day is my
last. [ Yet to
live there must be something
left to love. ]
—
Open the gate;
I could care for you.
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IV.
My arms are open
for you now,
waiting for the river to turn.
[ Anywhere
–
it goes, I will come
too ]——There is nothing
of concern
in this world of adaptation.
–
Open my mind and let me
learn.
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V.
Who would’ve known
that the World had a
magical sensibility? You’ll
amaze yourself [ half-awake
–
half-asleep ]
discovering
me. Like a spool
of thread I unravel to be lost.
You’re no God;
I am but a fool.
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VI.
To me here in my chest
the fly calls run [ endless
above winter’s wonder laid,
hidden ] in a hidden place.
–
There lies the sensibility,
[ deserts of vast eternity.
No fate, world can turn it dark
] when nature sings in lark.
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I look at you;
you look at me.
We laughcry until our eyes
fill the ocean around our love.
–
How small paradise is to be
enough.
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VII.
Darling,
–
[ be the closest we
can get, sole to sole
boko-maru style
better than any ]
love.
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VIII.
Follow me to the line,
hand in hand, to claim
every field, every
mountain, every river, every
wandering [ every ]
soul——Each and every
being
[ united in peace ]
shall be saved.
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My life becomes my reverie.
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IX.
But, now[ Reverie be blessed,
a dream cannot self-
sustain in harsh reality. ]
our world is dying
–
[ that much is true ]
and you and I are
all dying too. [ The grass is
brown and the seas are
bloodred. ]
–
Can you hear its cries?
[ They fill
my mind
every day and night. ]
–
Our world is dying.
[ Then, now for eternity
’s sake we shall join our
hands one last time and
enter the gate inside. ]
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X.
Let me live in your eyes,
[ unbiased
by desire ] basked in a beauty
greater than Life:
the key to every
open door. I’m so lonely
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–
to be this full
and so lost to be this whole.
Take I for eye;
undo me to me.
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XI.
You promised
I was the one who was crazy,
[ ever number tallied for
a score, every body
–
you ran over
for a game ]
——I swear that you swore
to never
leave me in the dark alone
–
I’ll listen to you
just once more.
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XII.
Commit
to making me happy and we
can be stronger than ever.
[ I know you
loved before I met you
but forget. ] Pull the lever
and open an old lover’s chest.
You had it before;
but I never.